Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: The poetry of progress, published by jasoncrawford on November 15, 2021 on LessWrong.
I’ve said that Western culture, before the World Wars, had a positive philosophy of progress. How do we know that people in that era saw glory, romance, even poetry in progress?
One way we know is that they literally wrote poetry about it. Take, for example, Erasmus Darwin (grandfather of Charles). By vocation a doctor, he also wrote poems. In 1791, he published The Botanic Garden, of which Part 1, titled “The Economy of Vegetation,” “celebrates scientific progress and technological innovation, such as the forging of steel, the invention of the steam engine and the improvements to gunpowder. It depicts scientists and inventors, such as Benjamin Franklin, responsible for this progress as the heroes of a new age.” (Wikipedia) In one remarkable passage, he praises the power of steam and predicts the steamboat, the locomotive, and the airship:
Soon shall thy arm, Unconquer’d Steam! afarDrag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;Or on wide-waving wings expanded bearThe flying-chariot through the fields of air.—Fair crews triumphant, leaning from above,Shall wave their fluttering kerchiefs as they move;Or warrior-bands alarm the gaping croud,And armies shrink beneath the shadowy cloud.
Or take this stanza from “The Engine-Driver to His Engine”, by engineer William J. M. Rankine, which reads less like a classical epic and more like a popular ballad:
My blessing on old George Stephenson! Let his fame for ever last,For he was the man that found the plan to make you run so fast.His arm was strong, his head was long, he knew not guile nor fear;When I think of him it makes me proud that I am an engineer!
Samuel Morse, telegraph inventor, was also praised in poetry. A poem read at his memorial service in 1872 begins by describing mankind as having conquered all of nature except for “the Ocean, the Mountain, and Time and Space”—until Morse came along:
But one morning he made him a slender wire, As an artist’s vision took life and form,While he drew from heaven the strange, fierce fire, That reddens the edge of the midnight storm;And he carried it over the Mountain’s crest,And dropped it into the Ocean’s breast;And Science proclaimed, from shore to shore,That Time and Space ruled man no more.
It wasn’t only amateurs and enthusiasts who wrote poetry praising machines and inventions. No less than Rudyard Kipling wrote of the beauty and glory of the steam engine in “McAndrew’s Hymn.” McAndrew is a Scottish engineer aboard a steamship, and in one passage he compares the engine to an orchestra, after one of the “first-class passengers” asks him, “don’t you think steam spoils romance at sea?”:
Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well,Printed an’ bound in little books; but why don’t poets tell?I’m sick of all their quirks an’ turns—the loves an’ doves they dream—Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o’ Steam!To match wi’ Scotia’s noblest speech yon orchestra sublimeWhaurto—uplifted like the Just—the tail-rods mark the time.The Crank-throws give the double-bass; the feed-pump sobs an’ heaves:An’ now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves.Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-head bides,Till—hear that note?—the rod’s return whings glimmerin’ through the guides.They’re all awa!
True beat, full power, the clangin’ chorus goesClear to the tunnel where they sit, my purrin’ dynamoes.Interdependence absolute, foreseen, ordained, decreed,To work, Ye’ll note, at any tilt an’ every rate o’ speed.Fra skylight-lift to furnace-bars, backed, bolted, braced an’ stayed,An’ singin’ like the Mornin’ Stars for joy that they are made;While, out o’ touch o’ vanity, the sweatin’ thrust-block says:“Not unto us the praise, or man—not unto us the praise!”Now, a’ toge...